To Dream

Do we think when we dream?

If we stop
Do we live? Do we breathe?

I love to think.
It's how I know I'm awake and how I know I'm alive.

But I love to sleep.
I stop to think and when I give up,
I fall into a fantasy.
It's how I dream.

But when I drop,
Do I live? Do I breathe?

Does dreaming steal me from reality?
Does thinking take me from my dreams?

When I breathe, I like to think it's what keeps me
alive as I sleep, so I can dream. And perhaps when
I awake, I'll thank this sleep and I'll think that
this dream is what I now believe.

But sometimes I forget to dream and I wonder if I
had forgotten to live or had forgotten to sleep.
I doubt that what I know is more important than
what could be. Everything matters when we're awake.
But almost anything can happen tomorrow.